We're on the road to nowhere

Late night conversation
Turns into a fight and all
The years you've been frustrated
They finally subside
And now you walk away
To face
The day

Mis recetas de Tartas

y de comidas

It is in changing that we find purpose.

Sometimes I can't put a name on it, it's juts this fear that wraps itself around me so tight I can barely breath. And all I can think of at those times is that I've missed something. Somewhere I let something slide. Something got through my grasp that I should have hung on to